This is not anarchy, Eve. This is chaos.

There's been a growing dissatisfaction and distrust with the conventional publishing industry, in that you tend to have a lot of formerly reputable imprints now owned by big conglomerates.

None of you understand. I'm not locked up in here with YOU. You're locked up in here with ME.

The magician to some degree is trying to drive him or herself mad in a controlled setting, within controlled laws.

Authority, when first detecting chaos at its heels, will entertain the vilest schemes to save its orderly facade.

Please don't worry. It's a psychological complaint, common amongst ex-librarians. You see, she thinks she's a coffee table edition.

It's funny, but certain faces seem to go in and out of style. You look at old photographs and everybody has a certain look to them, almost as if they're related. Look at pictures from ten years later and you can see that there's a new kind of face starting to predominate, and that the old faces are fading away and vanishing, never to be seen again.